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Marik

When he did not feel as if anyone was watching, or if he thought that the alpha would not mind, Minos explored. These lands belonged to him as well, at least a small itty bitty fraction did. He had the right to defend it; and he needed to as so his leader had told him. Suggestions were not exactly something Minos understood; there were no ‘maybes’ or ‘you shoulds’ in his realm of thought. He would do so, if the asker was bigger in form or higher in position, or simply if they commanded it with their tone andposture. The white ragged beast was not one for wavering. Doing as he was told was so much more simple.

But, this day, midmorning with a high clouded sun and a gray blue sky the male no tasks to complete or commands to carry out. The wolf had already walked a portion of the territory’s border, and now had gone north and found large body of water that lined the northern portion of the lands. Yellow eyes glared at it briefly, a growl emanating from his throat and he ran quickly and with his tail low and between hind limbs, as it always was. He cared not for the crashing sound of waves, and did not enjoy that they threatened to chase him again and again. Once far enough away that he knew the water would not swallow him whole Minos turned to face it, his ears flat against his head and barked.

The while wolf ran, tail between his legs over the beach and through the winter cold wind. The water clung to his left, bashing against the harsh pebbled sands and urging him onward. He ran until his breath grew ragged in his throat, stopping to catch it and tip toe closer to the always crashing, always threatening waters.

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Marik had grown bored in Inferni. Because of this he had taken to walking along the coast. He had no certain destination in mind. He was quite simply walking to walk. Just traveling because he had nothing else to do and nowhere else to be. And that really was all there was to it. He hadn’t actually gone out and explored much recently so that is what this time was being used for. He was getting out and accommodating himself with the lands. And well the war talk was starting to drive him insane. He didn’t have any interest in it. He could care less about the war. It didn’t involve him. Actually he was new to the area to be quite frank about it. He had just arrived and was already being involved in a war. But it wasn’t like there was really anything that he could do about it. He would do his part and that was it. There wasn’t anything further that he could do. Honestly he was a lover and not a fighter. All of his scars came from loving someone else. That was his little tick. He insisted upon violence in physical couplings. It didn’t matter if it was male or female. He just had to have it. Had to have that reminder of what had transpired. But perhaps that was just him. Perhaps that was only his thing. But it couldn’t be since other wore his marks as well. But then again he was the one that was always suggesting for it to happen that way. The one that always forced the making of marks. So all in all it really was his fault. It was his thing that he had others performing. And if they kept on coming back to him after that then that was their fault. They knew what to expect after the first time. They should know that it would be expected on subsequent couplings as well. So all of his marks didn’t come from fighting but from the source of physical enjoyment.


He walked down along the coast not even realizing that he was heading towards enemy territory. How could he know when he had yet to really explore the outlying territories surrounding the packlands? He was just walking. Just heading away from Inferni. He had come in by the coast and so he was leaving the lands the same way. He was curious as to what was down this way. Curious as to what lay south of the place he now called home. No, actually he still called Germany home but still, it was the place that he was currently staying. The place where his brother had made himself at home. The reason he was staying was for his brother after all. He had made a promise to his slightly older sibling that he would stay. And Cotl was holding him to that. Cotl made him promise to stay over and over again. Anytime that he would threaten to leave or even seem like he was thinking about Germany then his brother would be sure to remind him of his promise to stay. His brother was the reason that he was in Canada and staying within Inferni. Otherwise he wouldn’t have any ties to the place at all. After all it was his brother that fit in with the others and not him. His life was still pretty much back in Germany. That was where he had friends and everything going for him. Here he was on his own. Aside from his brother of course. But even then he was hardly spending any time with the other coyote hybrid, only when they shared a bed at night. Everything was reversed here. He was living in Cotl’s shadow here instead of the other way around. It was something that Marik was having trouble adapting to. He was used to being his brother’s everything. But now it felt like Cotl didn’t need him at all. He wasn’t sure how to deal with that. He wasn’t sure how to deal with being the one that needed someone to lean on since he was friendless. And this whole war thing certainly wasn’t at the wrong time. How was he expected to make friends while having to deal with violence? Who would say that he would even survive the violence? Everything was just so up in the air right now. Marik would rather enjoy some sort of stability in his life. It doesn’t have to be a great deal but to know that he would still be around after all was said and done would be nice.


He chuckled as he saw a wolf fighting the waves. Some things never ceased to amaze him. He shook his head and watched the other. The hybrid had no idea that he was encroaching upon the enemies borders. It wasn’t as if strong scents could be kept near the water after all. And honestly he wasn’t certain what the pack they were warring against should even smell like. For all he knew the coast was part of a neutral territory and that this wolf was out having fun. How should he know that there was a mindset for border watch? That was the thing about war. It just put everyone on edge. Friends could just as easily be turned into enemies simply because they held opposing views. Or like this, because they were of different species. He couldn’t help what he was born as just as no one else could. And yet this factor alone could have budding friendships and romances destroyed because of a few cultural differences. It really wasn’t fair. But whoever had said that war was fair in the first place?


“Who’s winning?” He called out the words in a good natured fashion. Honestly he had nothing against anyone. He held no sort of prejudices at all. He was just having joined at the wrong time. He didn’t even fully realize what had led up to the call for war. Just something against the female leader is all he knew. But other than that he knew nothing really. Maybe his brother knew more than he did. But he figured that is Cotl knew stuff then his brother would have already thought to share it with him. After all they were close. They were able to talk about everything, even if Cotl didn’t agree with most of what Marik had to say. Still they got along terrifically most of the time. But what siblings didn’t end up fighting? “If I hold it down then you could attack it better.” It was a silly suggestion and he knew it. He knew that the waves couldn’t be held in place. But that wasn’t the point of the offer. It was an extension of friendship and a good time to be had.

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Pink tongue hung from his mouth, breaths expelled from his lungs rapidly. Minos breathed in and out with such haste as his yellow acid eyes looked out onto the gray ocean. It was not an unpleasant day, even if the water was attempting to attack him. Hackles had been instinctively raised at the fright the ocean caused, but while he stood still for a moment’s time they were smooth against his shoulders and back. Legs shuffled him backwards, tongue rolling to the side of his mouth, and then he ran to jump at the impending waves. He had yet to be swallowed by the ocean, toes touching the water slightly as he ran back to the dry sand. It was easy to scare it, Minos realized. Though it always rolled forward again with a furious roar and crash, it retreated just the same. The freshly named Dahlian hopped forward, paws sinking into the soft cold sand, and then hurriedly ran backwards once more as the water waved its rebuttal. The two moved in such a manner until a voice came to his ears.

The white beast turned suddenly, eyes darting to the maker of the sound. It was a muddle of a creature, not looking much like a wolf at all. Mino stood still, his ears playing turn and twist game as he fought to determine if the male was friend of foe. He did not smell of the pack, nor of the alpha or any other beast that he had come to smell. But the unmistakable odor of coyote lingered on his multi hued pelt, and the white beast knew not to trust their smell. The tall beast spoke again, and there was no hint of resentment towards the omega. Oddly. A whine escaped his lips, though Minos had been trying to keep from resorting to his submissive self in the midst of the stranger. The words extended to him fell weird without a response, and the white male remembered that he had been granted a tongue for a reason. “Why are you here?” the question came with no relation to the previous comments, and still the omega felt better knowing that some had been said in response.

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He was used to that look. The one of uncertainty as to just what he was. He didn’t have the classic look of a coyote, he looked too much like a dog for that. But then again he didn’t look exactly like a dog either. He was just some mixed up cross in between the two. His blood was of only two breeds but it looked much more muddled than that. So he was entirely used to the misconception of what he was at first. In fact all he could do most times was to just laugh it off. And that is just what he did. He chuckled quietly and just grinned. He supposed that he also missed the natural coyote attitude too. He had no grudges against wolves. He didn’t hold them at all. It was just too much effort and he wasn’t willing to put in the time. But even though he posed no threat the other still seemed to be filled with discomfort.


The laugh cut off at the whine and was replaced by a confused look instead. Might it be luperci that he wasn’t used to? After all Marik stayed in optime form to give him at least a bit of size. But still it wasn’t really all that much. The boy was short and he knew it. Not that it ever had really bothered him. Or wait, could this wolf not speak at all? Here he was shooting off his mouth and this guy could be a mute. “I’m sorry…” He started but then cut off the rest of what he was going to say when the other had finally spoken. The worried expression that had slipped over his features vanished as he grinned again. The response didn’t answer any of his questions but at least he knew the other could understand him and speak as well. That was good, that was very good. For a moment there he had even considered that his accent was getting in the way.


“I’m just walking around and exploring. Looking to make friends, hopefully. I got here just a few days ago. Came from Germany to find my brother.” In other words he was just as new and lowly as this wolf was. His smile remained on his lips as he moved closer to the other male. “My name’s Marik, and you are?” He held out his hand as he introduced himself. He was trying to seem not at all imposing. Though he didn’t know why he would when he barely topped five feet. After all it wouldn’t put him that much taller than this wolf. During a storm the waves got taller than Marik was. How could he seem that scary when even the water towered above him? Honestly Marik didn’t think he was at all scary. Sure, he was pierced, tattooed, and scarred but that didn’t make him scary did it? The adornments came from his brother and the scars came from his lovers. Yes, Marik was a lover not a fighter. Perhaps a bit violent lover but why do it if you didn’t keep something to remember it by?

Yellow eyes scanned the other creature. Yes, he knew of the two legged creatures, who smelt of everything that a wolf but acted so little like it. They always stood over him, and though he had the virus in his blood too Minos did not understand it. It was hard to look the other in the eye, but the white male would rather not try to hold the strangers gaze. The fact that the coyote was standing on lands that Minos was to protect was enough to make the wolf uncomfortable enough, and now as he tried to focus and listen to the words he spoke his ears fell to the side and his tail lowered to point towards the ground.

He got some of the ideas that the male spoke, but did not understand what Germany was, or who his brother might be. The introduction, however, could be comprehended. Yellow eyes looked to the side, insecurity bleeding from them. Did it matter if he spoke with a coyote? The questions came forth and Minos could not manage the pressure of the question and the silence that came afterwards. "Minos." he responded, eyes moved to the male's face. The beast's marking were interesting and confusing (as much was for the simple wolf). He leaned back, falling to his haunches lightly and asking with a lick of his nose, "Whats germany?"

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He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with this wolf. He really didn’t think he was all that imposing. Yet for some reason this wolf seemed to think he was. He just didn’t get it. “Germany is a country. Where I was born. Where were you born?” He was trying to get the other to open up a bit and to feel comfortable around him. He really wasn’t trying to frighten the other at all. And he didn’t understand why he seemed to be frightened. Was he just the type that didn’t like strangers? The type that wasn’t comfortable around strangers? Or could he actually be what his blood was made up with? There were coyotes that hated wolves just because they were wolves. So that meant there were wolves that hated coyotes just because they were coyotes. He didn’t really think that was fair but that was just the way that things went sometimes. There was just nothing he could do about it if that was the case. He couldn’t change who his parents were. Couldn’t change what his blood was made of. All he could hope to do was show this wolf that he wasn’t trying to cause trouble and hopefully get the wolf to at least change his opinion of him, if not all coyotes.



“Has anyone told you that you are cute, Minos?” What could it hurt? He had no idea what was going through the wolf’s mind. Maybe compliments would work. And if not then he would have at least tried. Tried to show that he was friendly and that he meant no harm. And he was telling the truth. He thought the other was cute. But then again Marik had an eye for everyone. He could find something favorable in everyone. “Because you really are cute. I think you are cute.” Of course he was only one being. But if he could get the other to be at least a bit comfortable, to perk up even the slightest of bits, then it would have been well worth it. Anything to get the other to open up some.


And since he wasn’t exactly fond of his lupus form he got on his hands and knees and crawled through the water towards the wolf. He kept his movements slow so that Minos could see exactly what he was doing. Tail wagged in a friendly manner. He was hoping that if he was down on the other’s level it would make him feel better. But once he did get close to the other, should he have not moved, Marik aimed to lick at Minos’s lips before trying to kiss him. Well, he did warn that he thought the other was cute. The coyote hybrid just couldn’t help himself. The shy thing and not talking much thing was doing him in. The quiet ones always seemed to be so adorable. And well, they perked his curiosity. He wanted to see what noises he could get the other to make. “Did I tell you that you are cute?” He spoke up after he had tried to kiss Minos, should he have succeeded or not.

The white wolf knew little of geography, and if he had been asked he would not even know the name of the pack he lived in. It was simply this, the scent he wore and the land he stood on. What else did he need to know? A life could be lived without the spoken word, as he had managed for the early years of his existence. And so where he was from, as was asked by the coyote smelling male was unknown. Minos was not unintelligent, and knew that this male found such a thing of importance and so he was silent only a moment before answering, "Not here." of course he knew where he was from, for the smell was forever engraved in his brain. He could find it, if he must, as well as the wolves he was born from. Still it had no name.

What happened next was unexpected. The words that were spoken and the actions that were given made Minos sit still in pure apprehension. The shifted coyote creature moved downwards, and for that Minos could have been grateful. It showed respect and a sense of submission. But as he came closer, Minos felt the fur along his neck and back rise. A growl resonated through his chest and he protested the close proximity. No, he spoke in the raised lip and deepening growl. He licked the white muzzle, a sign to the wolf that he was beneath him and yet the energy projected was far from submission. It was wrong, and though he spoke Minos heard and understood none of it. Paw rose from the sand, and the omega turned his head away in hopes of showing his distaste.

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Sure, he was curious but it wasn’t a great concern. Instead he was trying to stumble across some topic that would get the other to open up more. Some topic that would allow for what the other was thinking to be shown. After all Minos was making it hard to read him. Marik was uncertain just where he stood with the other. There wasn’t out right aggression but there wasn’t an ounce of friendliness either. More it was like a robotic quality. Marik would as a question and only get a short and concise response in return. And the response didn’t really tell him anything. Just that Minos hadn’t been born in the area. Well where had he come from? Why was he here? Did he have family? Minos could already answer all of these questions about Marik but the coyote hybrid knew nothing at all about the wolf. And well, he wasn’t sure what to say to even start to keep any sort of conversation going.


“How long have you been here? Do you like it here? Do you have any family here? Why did you come here?” He lined up one question after another in hopes that it would keep Minos talking longer. If this didn’t work then he didn’t know what else to try. Sure, half were yes or no questions but still if everything was answered and ended up being sentenced together then it would be like the most he would have heard Minos speak. That there would be a feat all its own. And it was a feat that he was seriously hoping to accomplish. Something that he was hoping to get done. Or maybe… “You have a really beautiful voice. You don’t have to be afraid to speak to me.”


That was the worst turn down that he had suffered. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” He lifted a hand to try and rub between the other’s ears. He wasn’t sure how to soothe the wolf. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.” But how was he to know what was going through the other’s head. “I’m sorry. I thought you might like it. And well, I know that I would like it. But I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” Despite his flirting and advances he actually did understand the word no. But it wasn’t like Minos was open about expressing what was on his mind. “You can be on top if you want.” He spoke the words with a grin, hoping to crack a smile from the other or something besides aggression. How was he to know what he was doing wrong if Minos wouldn’t give him any hints?


With a sigh the boy backed away to give the other his space. “So what? You just don’t like me because of what I am? Because of what I can’t help being? That’s not really fair because I can’t change what my parents were. I haven’t even tried to harm you either.” Marik sat down a short distance away and pulled his knees up to his chest. His arms became wrapped around his legs to hold them in place as he rested his chin on his knees. The hybrid looked completely downtrodden. He didn’t exactly fit with the other coyotes because he didn’t have their classic look. And here he was being hated because he had the scent of the clan since he had chosen to stay with his brother. Once again It had him thinking that things were just so much better and easier in Germany.

His words, and all the questions came crashing against Mino like the tide lapping violently at the beach. Minos was unsure why the hybrid animal had come here, but that wonder was not dominant in his mind. The way he moved, the thing he said and the look in his eyes were all far more important at the moment. And in the primal wolf's mind it was the moment that mattered. The long speech ending in a questioning tone did not help in his confusion, but the male was able to conjure some form of an answer. "I was hungry." he responded, reaching into the memories of just weeks past, they would be fresh to another but for Minos he had to work to bring them forth. Details were lost, the time of day, the weather. But the presence of his leader, and his angry hollow stomach was remembered."I followed the scent of others, and came here. I said I would do as I'm told."He spoke to answer another question he had been given. The yellow eyed male watched the other intensely, his body tensing as he reached his odd looking paw and touched Minos on the head. Eyes looked away, certain that if he ran the black accented male would chase him. His voice came again, and Minos didn't understand what the werewolf was talking about. The air around the stranger changed, and he retreated away from the pack-wolf.

No longer encroaching on his personal space or attempting to touch him, Minos felt a small bit of comfort sink back into his core. It seemed to be unhappy, curling up into a position that did not speak of its wish to harm him. The words that came forth made the white wolf cock his head in question. "I don't know what you are." Minos explained, though he had thought that he had been saying so through his body's reaction to the German's actions. Minos had yet to understand that sight and the voiceless language of his posture was not what others relied on. Instead it was expected that he spoke to explain his feelings, to the instinctual male they were plain as day written in each fiber on his form.

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To think that Marik had started off happy about this encounter but now that happiness was ebbing away. The potential playmate was slowly turning into an enemy. And well Marik wasn’t used to being hated. He had a ton of friends in Germany but that wasn’t so here. He couldn’t name off a single one. That was really pitiful. He had been in this country how long and couldn’t think of a single being to call a friend? And it wasn’t that he hadn’t tried either. He had but things weren’t coming as easy for him as he was used to. And of course that had started to eat away at him. But it didn’t stop him from trying still. Though he was starting to feel like a failure over and over again. And this encounter just made things worse. This wasn’t at all how he thought that things would go.


Hardly any of his questions were answered and so that had backfired. The answers he did get weren’t fulfilling. They just left him feeling hollow inside. So the other was only around because he was hungry. But why did he stay? Why didn’t he just eat and leave? But now Marik knew better than to ask. He wasn’t going to get an answer. All he was really doing was wasting his time here. And he wasn’t even getting any sort of entertainment from it either. But he was feeling too down in the dumps to get up and return to the mansion. Again the thought of just going home to Germany was sounding better than keeping his promise to his brother and remaining here. Was this what homesickness was all about? Except he didn’t really miss Germany itself but just the easy way of things there. He didn’t exactly miss his friends but missed having them to turn to so that his boredom could be eased.


He held no ill will towards the other. He didn’t care for harming anyone. He saw no reason to hate anyone. He had no prejudices at all. Again it was something that could separate him from the clan he was staying with. He didn’t believe in the war. Didn’t really want a part in it. No one had done anything to him and so he didn’t see why he needed to go against others. And even if someone did then he most likely couldn’t find it in himself to be vindictive. That just wasn’t who or what he was. He was all about making love, not war. And that was in quite the literal terms of the words. But that wasn’t working out for him either.


He barely heard the words, having mostly lost himself in his own head and depressing thoughts. But even though he had heard the words they weren’t acknowledged. What was the point? There was nothing he could say that could change the situation so why even bother? His tail curled close to his body and ear fell against his head as he seemed to sink even more into himself. The happy and playful mood of just a few minutes ago had completely vanished at this point. Instead silent tears pressed onto his cheeks as he stared unseeingly into the sand. Right now the world was lost to him as a state of seeming depression set in.

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There was nothing but silence that came to each string of words that Minos gave. Speaking at such length was unlike the white male, and then to have nothing said in return made his ears dip back against his skull and his eyes avoid the other male's face. Nothing? He wondered, just as the Inferni smelling hybrid must have been asking about him. Minos rarely gave more then what his body spoke, and so when more was indeed expressed he was astonished to have nothing in response. The male seemed to just slowly retreat inward, something the wolf was not unfamiliar with. Yet, his sorrow did not come far another pushing his down into submission, as Mino was used to.

Everything about this black, tan and white male was different, and that had made him unsure right from the beginning. Now the Dahlian looked away, eyes closing slow and wonder what he could do, should do to make the insecurities that he felt disappear. His small attempt to answer and please the other had failed and Minos knew only one other tactic, run. Alabaster paws lifted his form, yellow eyes not giving another glance before his turned and ran back along the beach further into the lands that held smell of the pack. It was only instinct that played with his mind, concern for the other male very, very low on Minos' priorities. Tail tucked, he hoped that he would not be followed, but nothing in the other's voiceless language had spoke of being eager to pursue.